It was freezing that Christmas,
watching the snow filled clouds pass.
The tree was bright, and presents for all,
I got a 'cowboy' outfit, felt quite tall.
Being only five, I put my hat and holster on,
couldn't wait to run outside.
Snow up to my knee's, playing on the lawn.
Now from me, no one could hide.
To this day don't ask me why,
I was stood there shivering under a blue sky.
I rose the gun up to my mouth, and licked it with my tongue,
the gun froze to my mouth, all the way home there it hung.
It is very embarrassing for a young boy,
to walk home with a gun hanging from his tongue.
But that's what ya get, when you buy such a toy.
I think some skates and pads, would bring more Joy
David Darbyshire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gun-on-my-tongue/
